#281: Apply

I got this song from Urban Outfitter's free downloads, "LSTN," quite forever ago. I (rather foolishly) didn't listen to most of this when I first got it (this song is from LSTN #2), and every time I do whip out this playlist, it's AWESOME. Even though I sort of hate Urban Outfitters, they have some damn good music on these playlists. Also: they had Passion Pit before anyone else I know. I mean, my friends aren't the most up to date on current electronica music, but still. I don't know why this is Sunday's song - Sunday was spent completely indoors, sitting beneath a little blue light back stage at Harper Joy.

#280: She Moves Me

Saturday was wildly unproductive, just like most days of my life. After barely sleeping at all, I sat at a desk for four hours in the admission office with no tasks other than checking people in occasionally. I ended up learning quite a bit about Purim and watched the video of Nancy Kerrigan getting attacked by Tonya Harding's thug friend. All in all, a success.

The rest of the day: not so much. I mostly lied around and watched ANTM, and then fell asleep on top of my homework at 6 pm. And slept right through until 9 the next morning. Except at midnight, when I was woken by my roommates returning from the epic party (attended by 10% of Whitman College) I had slept through, at which point I put on my headphones to fall back asleep and listened to a little Muddy Waters. SO, really long story short, Saturday's song is "She Moves Me."

#279: She's a Rainbow

Great way to figure out if your friends read your blog: casually refer to a group of them which they may or may not be a part of (or may feel similarly about).

Anyway. If you haven't figured this out yet, I get on musical kicks quite a lot, and binge on artists (or just songs, in the case of "Bad Romance" and some other less embarrassing examples). So I've been listening to a lot of the Rolling Stones. This song is part of the quest to figure out what song I was thinking of on Sunday - but "Love in Vain" is going to stay put because it is awesome. And this will be Friday.

#278: Don't Think Twice

Full disclosure: I totally hate Bob Dylan. For many reasons. First of all, he can't sing. Second, I happen to know a LOT of people who like to make a huge deal about how obsessed they are with him. Actually those might be the only reasons. But they are both big deals! Vocals are my primary interest in a lot of music (sorry. I know this is shameful. But it's a lot easier to sell me with Freddie-level vocal improvisation than Slash-level guitar solos. Perhaps because I like to sing along so much, and interesting melodies and singers I will never be able to emulate make it way more fun for me to sing). I really despise it when people think they can just yell or grumble or moan and pass it off as singing.

The friends are a way bigger deal though. SERIOUSLY. It does NOT make you cool or peace-loving or alternative or special to be a fan of Bob Dylan. He is WIDELY considered one of the best songwriters of the last forty years, so NO, I am not impressed that you listen to him. So maybe stop telling me that you were born in the wrong generation. Because you are not a flower child.

ANYWAY. This is a Susan Tedeschi cover of "Don't Think Twice," and it is INCREDIBLE. Bob Dylan writes amazing music. That topic is not up for discussion. But I highly prefer it when other people sing his songs (another great example: Johnny Cash & June Carter singing "It Ain't Me, Babe," which is a wonderfully sassy song), and in general I just love Susan Tedeschi. So... perfect union? Yes. I got this song from Jane on accident. I loaned her my old iPod when hers broke, and when she got a new one, I plugged my old iPod back into my computer and WHAM tons of new music. This came on in the middle of a blerg-paper-writing middle of the night moment, and I fell in love with Susan Tedeschi all over again.

I just got so much sass from Football for writing about singing. Just so we're all clear, I don't know much about singing, certainly MUCH less than the PROLIFIC singer I am so BLESSED as to share a wall with, but that doesn't mean I can't have opinions about what is and is not fun for me to yell along to (very poorly) in the car. Those 7 years of being in choir and taking voice lessons do, however, make me completely unqualified to discuss any aspect of singing unrelated to personal taste.
[Yeah. Don't even TRY to out-sass me. IT CAN'T BE DONE. Ok Football will probably do it now.]

#277: Nuestra Fe

This is an electronic rock song from Soda Stereo, a kickass Argentine rock band that my host Sofi gave me when I lived in Buenos Aires the summer after freshman year. I probably hated this song then, but my taste has since expanded to include a lot more electronica. And this is electronica with sweet acoustic guitar lines, too. I recently divided all my music among two iPods and my old, almost broken one got all of my Spanish language music. I was listening to it on shuffle today and this popped up and Football made a face of maybe-approval at it.

Also today, I have listened to a bunch of country rock and have enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I might! Which means that I have SO few genres left that I don't really listen to - especially thanks to someone's insistence that I give metal a chance. In the last 5 years, I've added rap, bluegrass, jazz, electronica and blues to what must have been a VERY limited musical taste at the time. Yay pop rock!

#276: Lonely Night in Georgia

[Update: WHOA I have already changed this song because I kept listening to Carencro and it just KEPT GETTING BETTER.]

Marc Broussard is the best. This is Tuesday's song because of my rather strong claim a few posts ago that "Carencro" is one of my favorite albums of all time. In deciding, I started listening to "Carencro" and then was SHOCKED AND APPALLED to learn that this hadn't made its way onto any of my playlists yet. ANY.

#275: Ain't No Mountain High Enough

SO on Sunday, Football and I drove back to Walla Walla and had an awesome time, especially around the 5th hour or so (the 3rd hour for Harry), when we were both going a little nutso. So much so that we listened to MICHAEL MCDONALD. And it was awesome. We both whipped out hardcore Michael McDonald impressions. I told so many people about it that it was still stuck in my head on Monday - so much so that I sang it to myself (in his voice) walking home from the library - and hence ended up on my 365. In case you aren't acquainted with Mr McDonald, because several people I told the story to weren't, and thought I was crazy, here you go. And here is a terrible clip from The 40 Year Old Virgin about him. YEAH. Just imagine me trying to emulate that "husky, soulful baritone." It's great.

Also, just because it should be commemorated forever on the internet, even though it is not documented on my 365, we rocked out SO hard to "Any Way You Want It." It was an amazing 3 and a half minutes. Let me tell you, Football makes some BAD ASS road trip mixes.

Motif of this post: "so much so"